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CHAPTER 3
Dr. Cullen smiled weakly- he still looked drop dead gorgeous- and walked me to the front desk. "Are you sure there is nothing going on at home?" Dr. Cullen asked one last time. I nodded and walked out the door quickly. Me being me, I ran straight into something hard and cold.
"Wow, I'm so-"I started. There was an inhumanly beautiful man holding me up so I wouldn't fall onto the ground. He took my breath away, his beautiful bronze colored hair, golden eyes, and hard features were just too much. I was sure he thought I was brain dead. But I found myself unable to think straight.
Suddenly, I swear I could have seen his eyes turn black… coal black, dark, dangerous, and deadly. My heart rate increased rapidly, and my breathing became erratic. Strangely, he did not frighten me. He set some odd feeling off inside of me. I gulped and twisted out of his grasp, mumbling an apology, which I doubt he heard. I speed-walked to the parking lot and stopped my breathing stopped, eyes growing wide, and my body turning rigid I forced myself to look into the eyes of the enemy. Charlie. 'great no I have to deal with him, god please let me survive this.
He was sitting in his cruiser off to the right of the emergency entrance. His eyes were dark and angry, very angry. I gulped again, and walked over to his cruiser. The thoughts in his head could be summed up through the look in his eyes. I was dead. I knew when this was over I was going to have more than and few broken bones, I just prayed god would stop him before he got to far.
He rolled down the window and I was afraid that he was going to start yelling at me here. But his tone surprised me… he almost sounded… nice and –dear I even think it- loving. I should have know better than to think of Charlie loving.
"Bella, when I got the call from your school I was so worried! What happened to you?" he asked sweetly, his eyes held an evil glint that I knew would never fully retreat. I gulped and answered him… I lied. What else could I possibly do? It didn't matter what I said he is going to hurt me regardless.
"I… uh, I slammed my hand in the car door and fell in a puddle." I whispered, still afraid of what his reactions would be. I saw the brief flash of anger cross his face, but it vanished when a soft, velvet voice replied from behind me.
"Ah, Chief Swan! Isn't it nice to see you! I see Isabella has found you. Isabella is having a hard time with her injuries; her hand has been bothering her for a long time. I believe she might have a disease of some sort. She will not be going home today." He said smoothly. He glanced at me silently, his eyes said he knew. I looked down at my feet in shame. How did he figure it out? And was he serious about me having a disease? Or was that just something to get me away from my home? I didn't know, all I knew was that Dr. Cullen knew about Charlie. And that wasn't good. What would he do, who will he tell. I looked back at Charlie and for a brief second I wanted to go home. But that vanished when I saw Charlie. I know that whatever is ahead of me it won't be easy. I just wish I have enough strength to get through it.
"Oh. Is Bella sick? Do you know what she has? I would like to come and speak with you." Charlie said, unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the door. Charlie must know that Dr. Cullen knows about me. Please let me be wrong, I don't want anything to happen to Dr. Cullen.
Dr. Cullen came to the rescue. For some reason I felt safe like nothing could hurt me in the moment. Looking in between them I noticed how tense Charlie was and how relaxed Dr. Cullen was.
"Yes, Isabella is sick. Her skin is paler than it should be, she is very skinny, and she is believed to have pre-mature cancer, also she is running a fever of 103. I don't want you to catch anything. We will call you with all the details as soon as we have them. Please don't stress, there is nothing to worry about. We will take care of everything." He said with authority that made Charlie-police chief- get back into his car. Charlie nodded and mumbled something incurrent. He pulled out of the hospital parking lot, I silently willed him to come back so that I wouldn't have to talk to Mr. Delicious about this issue that I knew he now knew about. But at least I wasn't going to get beat tonight I guess that is a good thing.
"Bella. I know what is going on." He said, looking at me with sad eyes. What he said didn't even register in my mind. What did was what he had said before. He had said that I had pre-mature cancer, he had said that I was running a fever, and that I was to pale to be healthy. I knew that the skinniness was from Charlie's neglect, but did I really have cancer? I have always been pale. Did I really do something that bad in my past life that would cause me to have an abusive father and get cancer now? What the hell did I do? Murder a priest?
"Dr. Cullen-"
"Call me Carlisle."
"Alright. Carlisle, do I really have all of those things you said, do really have pre-mature cancer?" I asked, way beyond freaking out. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Great. This can NOT be a good sign. I was sure he was going to sugar everything up but I wanted the truth I wanted him to tell me everything. The silence he was giving me sent shivers down my spine. All I could do was wait for when he was ready to talk.
Finally he spoke. I did NOT like what he had to say.
(A/N; sorry it took so long but I was having some issues with my other story but I promise I will be posting a lot sooner. I want to thak everyone that has reviewed and add this story to there favs.)
